letting go

it is the small
slights
that chew at
your bark
threatened
by the wood
peckers
the nocturnal
ones
that need
a hollow
with which
to sleep
and not be seen.
let them chip
away,
let the wind
pull at your
limbs, your leaves.
your roots
are deep,
the trunk strong
and tall.
full
of sun and rain.
your life
will overcome,
be just who you
are.
that's enough.
surrender.